(1802)
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Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain…
WHO fancied what a pretty sight This Rock would be if edged aroun… With living snow—drops? circlet br… How glorious to this orchard—groun… Who loved the little Rock, and se…
WHEN, far and wide, swift as the… The tidings past of servitude repe… And of that joy which shook the I… The rough Aetolians smiled with b… ‘Tis known,’ cried they, 'that he,…
High in the breathless Hall the M… And Emont’s murmur mingled with t… The words of ancient time I thus… A festal strain that hath been sil… “From town to town, from tower to…
YE brood of conscience—Spectres!… The bad Man’s restless walk, and… Fiends in your aspect, yet benefic… In act, as hovering Angels when t… Their wings to guard the unconscio…
HAIL, Zaragoza! If with unwet e… We can approach, thy sorrow to beh… Yet is the heart not pitiless nor… Such spectacle demands not tear or… These desolate remains are trophie…
MILTON! thou shouldst be living… England hath need of thee: she is… Of stagnant waters: altar, sword,… Fireside, the heroic wealth of hal… Have forfeited their ancient Engl…
SHOUT, for a mighty Victory is… On British ground the Invaders ar… The breath of Heaven has drifted… And left them lying in the silent… Never to rise again!—the work is d…
The Knight had ridden down from W… With the slow motion of a summer’s… And now, as he approached a vassal… “Bring forth another horse!” he cr… “Another horse!”—That shout the v…
CLARKSON! it was an obstinate… How toilsome—nay, how dire—it was,… Is known; by none, perhaps, so fee… But thou, who, starting in thy fer… Didst first lead forth that enterp…
The gallant Youth, who may have g… Or seeks, a “winsome Marrow,” Was but an Infant in the lap When first I looked on Yarrow; Once more, by Newark’s Castle—gat…
Earth has not anything to show mor… Dull would he be of soul who could… A sight so touching in its majesty… This City now doth like a garment… The beauty of the morning; silent,…
HERE, on our native soil, we bre… The cock that crows, the smoke tha… Of bells; those boys who in yon me… In white—sleeved shirts are playin… Of the waves breaking on the chalk…
THE Danish Conqueror, on his roy… Mustering a face of haughty sovere… To aid a covert purpose, cried—'O… Approaching Waters of the deep, t… With this green isle my fortunes,…
The little hedgerow birds, That peck along the road, regard h… He travels on, and in his face, hi… His gait, is one expression; every… His look and bending figure, all b…